[A.N. - This was created as a character study for the MadMixer-verse, where a villain would unleash bimbofication devices over the city, with the obvious consequences. The idea got scrapped in favour of my "Masked-M" one, which was very-well received by commissioners and readers alike. I hope you enjoy this piece of technology terrors, descriptive debauchery, and alliterative appeal! - Nailclip Devil]
The Corrector
When Lucy opened her eyes again, the odd woman was still there, grinning. She sported her long white coat, and this might have made her look like some sort of doctor, or physician, a helpful and kind person. The manic grin on her face said otherwise. Blinking, Lucy found herself tied to a chair, in the best villain-y tradition of the city. On her left, two other women were stirring from their seats; they were both young, and, Lucy guessed, somehow attractive, though she had never been the best judge.
The woman wrung her hands together and looked at them. Her voice was as thin as needles.
"Well well well, the little birdies waking up, waking up!"
Lucy would have screamed if she hadn't have her mouth shut close by tape. Another typical villain thing, even from before, when things were not as bad. Before the Mad Mixer. Lucy remembered the woman, she saw her online, on a site put up to warn citizens from possible threats; in the year the Mad Mixer began taking over the city, started turning people, twisting them, rules eroded, logic withered, and all that was left in their wake was a long line of lust.
"You're here to take part in an experiment, my dear," the woman said, and lifted something from a nearby table. Lucy had to blink -- her mind was still fuzzy -- and held up what looked like a blinking crown of metal and wires. "This is a gift," she said, "and ever since I unwrapped it, I wanted to see what this beauty can do!"
The woman approached the first strapped girl, who had been the last to wake up, and looked at the thing with revulsion, trying to escape; the chair rattled against the floor, but was held firm by chains. Then she focused on the woman, a look of recollection in her eyes; the fake doctor stopped, then her smirk turned into a full grin.
"Oh. You know me? From before?" She put the crown on the floor, paying attention to keep it away from our reach, then stepped forwards and tapped on the girls' forehead. "Who knows what's going on in there, hhm? I'm sure you have many a question in there, asking, asking." Without another words, she stripped the tape away from her mouth; it didn't seem to hurt much.
"Y-" the girl sputtered, then held in a breath, bit her lips, and managed to look at the woman into her eyes, "You are Dr. Barish. You used to be my paediatrician. Ten or twelve years ago. What happened to you?"
The named Dr. Barish grinned, and then cupped her hands under her bust, which, I noticed now, stood proud and firm. Those weren't natural.
"The best thing ever, my dear. The very same thing it's going to happen to... all of you."
The Mad Mixer, Lucy thought. So those tits truly weren't natural, in more than a sense.
"The name is Dr. Whorish nowadays. I have been trying to cut myself a slice of the villain cake, but so far I lacked tools; Mad Mixer was so kind to bestow upon me this gift," she pointed at the metal thing, which the more I looked at the more it resembled one of the Mad Mixer's tools, "the Corrector." She then walked around the girl's chair, like a predator. "Hmmm. Can't say I remember you name?"
"Cathy."
"Cathy. Nice name. I'm not sure you'll keep it, but we'll see. I' truly sorry I don't remember you, dear, but I have had so many patients! And now I'm going to have so many more!" She cackled, but it came out more like a cough than a laugh in the end. She looked at Lucy, given she was the other one brave enough -- or stupid enough -- to meet her eyes. "You don't think it sounded too bad, right? Evil laughter is surprisingly difficult."
She looked like she expected her to say something. Anything. She walked up to her and freed her mouth from the tape, though she left it hanging on the side of her mouth.
"I... guess?"
"I practice, you know."
